
The footsteps were getting closer—heavy, deliberate, like boots measuring the distance between me and whatever hope I’d just stolen.
My breath hitched. I counted them in my head before I heard the murmurs: more than six. Too many.

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The footsteps were getting closer—heavy, deliberate, like boots measuring the distance between me and whatever hope I’d just stolen.
My breath hitched. I counted them in my head before I heard the murmurs: more than six. Too many.

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